Escape to London Luxury: 2-Bed Garden Gem in Enfield's Skyvillion!
Escape to London Luxury: 2-Bed Garden Gem in Enfield's Skyvillion! - A Rambling Review (With a Side of Reality)
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because I’ve just checked out of the “Escape to London Luxury: 2-Bed Garden Gem in Enfield's Skyvillion!” and I'm still processing it. Forget the perfectly curated Instagram photos, let's get real. This isn't your average cookie-cutter hotel experience – it's more like, well, a slightly chaotic, utterly charming, and occasionally baffling adventure.
Accessibility:
Okay, let's rip the Band-Aid off. I didn't personally experience everything from an accessibility standpoint. But! The listing claims facilities for disabled guests, which does give me a hopeful pang. It's a big deal.
On-site accessible restaurants / lounges & Wheelchair Accessibility:
The details here are a bit…fuzzy. The listing implies accessibility, but if you rely heavily on wheelchair access, I’d be calling ahead, a lot. Confirming these things are crucial, because a "maybe" is no good when you're relying on it.
Internet, Glorious & Annoying Internet!
Okay, internet. They boast a laundry list of options – free Wi-Fi in all rooms!, LAN access, Wi-Fi in public areas, and even freaking Wi-Fi for special events. And…it was mostly reliable. Except when it wasn't. One moment I’m streaming a documentary, the next I’m staring blankly at a loading screen, muttering about the digital gods. Sigh. Happens.
Things to Do & Ways to Relax – A Mental Wellness Buffet… Probably
This is where things get interesting. They tout an army of relaxation options: body scrubs, wraps, fitness center, foot baths, gym/fitness, massage, pool with a view, sauna, spa, spa/sauna, steamroom, swimming pool, and an outdoor swimming pool. Sounds like a blissed-out paradise, right?
Well, I did try the pool. The pool with a view, mind you. And the ‘view’? Okay. It's nice. It faces some other buildings. But hey, fresh air, a bit of sunshine. The pool was a decent temperature, not too crowded (bonus!). I also, in a moment of uncharacteristic self-care, went for a massage. Let me tell you, the masseuse was a miracle worker. Years worth of stress just melted away. I walked out feeling like a new human. It was heavenly. Now just the question, why did they call my body a "body?"
Cleanliness & Safety – The Covid Chronicles
Okay, important stuff. They're playing the safety game. Anti-viral cleaning products, breakfast in room (the takeaway option looked a bit sad, though), contactless check-in/out, daily disinfection, hand sanitizer everywhere. They even had a doctor/nurse on call listed! Honestly a bit overkill, but hey, it's the modern age. My room itself felt clean, which is a massive relief these days.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking – A Culinary Adventure (Mostly)
The food situation was…varied. They have multiple restaurants, listing things like A la carte, Asian, International, Vegetarian options. They claim a bar, a coffee shop, a poolside bar, a snack bar, and even a very tempting dessert option.
My recommendation: try to avoid the "Asian Breakfast." It wasn't quite what I had envisioned. Let's just say it involved more mystery meat than I’d comfortably consume before noon. That said, the international options were decent, and that poolside bar? Yes, please. Slap on some sunscreen, order a cocktail, and watch the world go by.
Services and Conveniences – The Swiss Army Knife of Hotels
Here's where the list gets a little…crazy. They claim everything. Air conditioning, concierge, currency exchange, daily housekeeping, dry cleaning, elevator, facilities for disabled guests—the list goes on and on.
Here's the truth though: some things worked flawlessly; others, not so much. The housekeeping was brilliant, and the staff were mostly friendly and helpful. One slight hiccup: finding the convenience store. After a frantic search, I found out it was temporarily closed for "renovations." Which meant, no last-minute chocolate fix. Gutted.
For the Kids – Babysitters and Mini-Me Options!
It's family-friendly. Supposedly, they have kids facilities and a babysitting service (which I didn’t personally use).
Access – A Maze of Doors and Signs
CCTV in common areas, CCTV outside property, check-in/out (express and private) - security's taken seriously. I'm not going to lie, I did enjoy the 24-hour front desk. Felt safe.
Available in All Rooms – Your Home Away From Home (with a Few Quirks)
Now the rooms themselves! The main prize!
They list everything: air conditioning, alarm clock, bathrobes, bathroom phone, bathtub, blackout curtains, coffee/tea maker, complimentary tea, daily housekeeping, desk, extra long bed (bliss!), free bottled water, hair dryer, in-room safe box, internet access (both LAN and wireless), iron, laptop workspace, mini bar, non-smoking, private bathroom, reading light, refrigerator, satellite/cable channels, shower, separate shower/bathtub, smoke detector, sofa, soundproofing, telephone, toiletries, towels, and the all-important Wi-Fi (free, thank the heavens!).
My room, while claiming to be a "2-Bed Garden Gem," wasn’t quite a gem. It was… serviceable. Clean, yes. Comfortable, sort of. The "view" of the garden was a bit underwhelming: mostly a patch of grass and a glimpse of a fence. And about that "extra-long bed"? Well, I'm 6 foot 2, and my feet brushed the end. Minor gripe, but still. But! The air conditioning actually worked, and the complimentary tea and coffee maker were a lifesaver. Oh, and the blackout curtains? Absolute game-changer for a light sleeper.
Getting Around – Wheels and Wings (Maybe?)
They offer airport transfer, car park, car power charging station, taxi service, and valet parking (though I didn't need any of them. I came by train, and the walk, although long, was lovely).
The Verdict?
Look, "Escape to London Luxury: 2-Bed Garden Gem in Enfield's Skyvillion!" is a mixed bag. It's got its good points—mainly, the pool, the massage, and the fact that you could, in theory, order room service 24 hours a day. The bad? Let's just say the "luxury" tag needs a bit of a reality check. But the staff were trying their best, the overall vibe was pleasant enough, and, hey, that massage was worth every penny. Just pack your patience, maybe a good book, and prepare for a slightly imperfect, yet oddly charming, London experience. And for the love of all that is holy, confirm accessibility.
London Luxury: 2-Bed w/Balcony in Skyvillion, Enfield!
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because this isn't your grandma's meticulously planned itinerary. We're going to Skyvillion - Vineyard Court, Enfield, that utterly charming little 2-bed with a garden. London? Yeah, that's the general direction. It's going to be a glorious, chaotic mess.
The Great Enfield Adventure (aka, My Brain's Whirlwind Tour)
Day 1: Arrival and the "Oh God, What Have I Done?" Moment
14:00: Arrive at Skyvillion. Oh, the joy! Finally, a few days of peace in a place that looks like it belongs in a bloody postcard. Hopefully, the train/flight combo didn't completely destroy my soul. I'm picturing rolling green hills and…wait, is that a giant Tesco? Okay, reality check in place. Still beautiful though.
14:30: The keys! Success! Or, at least, the key to a door. Probably not the right one. Nope. Definitely not. This is where the "Oh God, what have I done?" feeling hits. Five minutes of frantic fumbling/cursing later (mostly me cursing), I'm in. The flat is gorgeous! But the garden…it's bigger than my current flat. Panic sets in. Garden gnome? Definitely not feeling the gnome vibe yet.
15:00: Unpack, or attempt to. The sheer volume of stuff I packed is a testament to my over-enthusiasm. Finding the tea bags. ALWAYS a priority. Tea is the elixir of life. After a couple of sips of the tea (bliss) I start to get a little more brave and excited.
16:00: Wandering (stumbling, really) around. Get a feel for the neighborhood. Find the nearest pub. This is crucial research, people. I need to know where the good ale is located. This is where the "This is going to be glorious" feeling begins to bubble up.
18:00: The pub! "The (Insert Pub Name Here)" is glorious. Ordering a pint of something local (trying to appear sophisticated but probably ordering the first beer on the menu.) Talking to the locals is the plan. Learn a little about Enfield. Maybe even meet someone interesting. Okay, scratch that. I will probably end up talking to the bartender a little too much about my existential angst. But still. Pub!
20:00: Attempt dinner at the flat. Discover the oven is a mystery. Might as well be a blacksmith's forge. Microwave dinner it is. But hey, the wine is good, and the garden looks magical in the dark.
21:00: Crash. Jet lag, the garden, the pub, all conspired.
Day 2: London Bound (and the Existential Crisis of a Tourist)
08:00: Wake up. Sunlight streaming in. That garden! Coffee in hand, and feeling like I've got this. Then, BAM! The sheer scope of London hits me. So much to see! So little time (and energy). Mild panic sets in.
09:00: The London Train. Ugh. Rush hour. But, hey, at least I'm going to London! People-watching is the only thing I can do. Observing the stoic London commuters is a study in itself. Wondering if they're miserable or just elegantly composed.
10:00: Trafalgar Square. Lacking my usual level of cultural grace, feel the overwhelming urge to take a selfie with Nelson's Column. It feels…obligatory. Feeling like I'm actually doing something.
- 10:30: Lost in the National Gallery. The sheer volume of art makes my head spin. Trying to look like I know what I'm looking at. Faking it until I make it (in terms of art appreciation). Ended up spending an hour mesmerized by a single painting. Lost all track of time.
12:30: Late lunch. Pretending to eat 'authentic' Fish and chips but thinking it's actually quite greasy. Overpriced, let's be honest, but still, London!
14:00: Buckingham Palace. The Changing of the Guard… or so it's supposed to be. I try to remember which way the guards are supposed to move. Too many tourists, taking photos of the same thing.
16:00: Hyde Park. Finally, a break. Stroll, find a bench, and observe the happy people. Suddenly realizing that I'm exhausted. Need a nap.
17:00: The Train back. The long journey back. Tired, overwhelmed, and slightly poorer.
18:00: Back at the Skyvillion. Wine and a moment of peace in the now familiar garden. Remembering how good tea is.
Day 3: The Enfield Embrace, or, I'm Okay With Being a Homebody
09:00: Sleep in! That's the whole point of this thing. Wander out to the garden and just BE. Appreciating the quiet, and fresh air.
11:00: Grocery store run. Finding local produce. Trying to cook a proper meal. The oven (again). Possibly setting off the smoke alarm. (Dramatic pause). It wasn't my fault!
13:00: Explore Enfield. Walking around the historic town. Visiting the shops. Trying to look like I belong. Realizing I actually do kind of belong. (This is a surprise).
15:00: Trying to read a book in the garden. Actually succeeding. Sunlight warming my face. Maybe this is the life.
17:00: Another pub visit. Talking to the bartender again, and hopefully not the same existential angst.
19:00: Dinner (success!). Watching a bad movie. Contentment.
21:00: Stargazing in the garden. The world feels vast and peaceful.
Day 4: Departure and The After-Feeling
08:00: Final coffee and a last look at the garden. Regret. Regret that I have to go. Regret that I did pack too much.
09:00: Packing. Leaving Skyvillion. Promising myself I will definitely come back.
10:00 - 12:00: Train back home. Reviewing the last few days. The memories. The mistakes. The wine.
…The Aftermath: The quiet space left in my heart and mind. Thinking, "I need to go back there."
There you have it. A travel itinerary that’s less about ticking boxes and more about embracing the delicious imperfection of life. Enjoy. And try not to burn the toast.
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Escape to London Luxury: 2-Bed Garden Gem in Enfield's Skyvillion! (Or, My Semi-Sorted Thoughts)
So, Skyvillion in Enfield... Is it actually *luxury*? Like, REALLY?
Two beds, garden. Sounds… nice. But what's the *vibe*? Is it a couples' retreat? Family central? Or a mad bachelor pad?
The garden, you mentioned it… is it *actually* a garden? I mean, some places call a patch of weeds a 'garden'...
Okay, so the garden sold you. But what about the inside? Is it actually *livable*? Or just designed to look pretty?
Enfield… is it *actually* escape worthy? Getting out of London can be a faff.
Anything I should be *wary* of? Any hidden downsides?
- As mentioned, the second bedroom IS a bit on the petite side. Manage expectations.
- It’s not *right* in the heart of things. You need to drive or use public transport to get to shops/restaurants. But it’s hardly miles away.
- Soundproofing between the flats might not be *perfect*. Though I didn't hear much, so again, I can't say with certainty.
- And ok, this is just me being nitpicky, but the Wi-Fi was slightly dodgy at times. Probably just a blip, but I rely on it for work.
What's the verdict? Would you recommend it? Be honest!
Final, highly-important question: Are there any takeaways nearby? (Priorities, people!)
